What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.

I have never, in all my life, been so odious as to regard myself as 'superior' to any living being, human or animal. I just walked alone - as I have always walked alone.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

The poet is the complete lover of mankind.